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Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Rock It by Jennifer Chance Blog Tour

Rock It

by Jennifer Chance

For gals who love bad boys and musicians, Jennifer Chance
brings ROCK IT - “the tale of a smoldering rocker and
the fangirl who catches his eye—and finds herself living out her wildest
dreams.”This is the first novel in the
New Adult series, Rule Breakers , published by Random House’s Loveswept
imprint.

Title: Rock It

Author: Jennifer Chance

Author
Location:Ohio, United States

Genre:New Adult Romance

Release
Date: March 4th, 2014

Pages: 240 pages

Publisher:Random House (Loveswept)

Format: Digital eBook

ISBN:978-0-553-39095-7

Synopsis:Lacey
Dawes is a total pro at the talent agency where she works, and it doesn’t hurt
that IMO Worldwide Media represents Dante Falcone. The rock god has starred in
her fantasies since she was sixteen—and remains her secret crush to this day.
So when Dante picks her to be the interim manager on his Dream It tour, Lacey
can’t believe her luck. Handling Dante is sure to be the most exquisite,
spine-tingling, nerve-wracking mix of business and pleasure ever.Although Dante is grateful for the adoring fans
who scream for one more of his full-throttle, soul-searing songs, being
surrounded by a cadre of corporate types backstage is wearing thin. Then Lacey
shows up. Yeah, she’s organized, smart, quick to get him what he wants before
he knows he wants it—but Dante senses there’s something else going on with
sweet, sexy Lacey. One kiss tells him what that “something” might be . . . and
makes him hungry for more.

She Would Never… (Excerpt 2)

They stared at each other, suspended
for just a moment, and Lacey didn’t know what to do. She still felt a little
woozy, out of sorts—but at the same time she wanted to kiss Dante so badly her
entire body hummed with desire. Then again, she was a professional. He was her
client. And she would never—

“Oh!” She pulled away from him as a
flood of memories suddenly assaulted her. “Oh my God,” she gasped. “I took my clothes off in front of you!” Her gaze
shot to the open door, and forced her voice to drop down several decibels.
“Tell me they’re not standing right outside the door.”

Dante shook his head, but he didn’t
lean back. His gaze had turned just a little hungry, and his smile had a
determined cast. “How much about tonight do you remember, Lacey?” he asked. His
words were almost a purr, and Lacey felt her cheeks flush. Instantly she
realized her mistake. This would go much better for her if she played dumb and
forgetful, but she could no more stop her blush than she could stop breathing.

“I—we—you were signing contracts,”
she said finally, her voice little more than a tortured whisper. Then as
another realization struck her, she looked around wildly. “My God, the
contracts!” she blurted. “I need to have those delivered—”

“They’ll be couriered over to IMO
first thing this morning,” Dante said easily, pushing Lacey back onto her
pillows. “We’ll get your car to you, too, as soon as you tell us where you
parked it.”

“I took a cab,” she said, distracted
by his warmth, his body, his nearness.

Dante grinned. “Even better.”

He leaned toward her then, and it
was like his words suddenly vanished between them, and she was left with just
the reality of him sitting there, on her bed, in her room, acting like having a
conversation with her was the most natural thing in the world. She stared at
him, mesmerized, and knew the exact moment when he caught her watching his
perfectly sculpted lips—since they then eased into a full, teasing smile. Her
gaze darted back up to meet his eyes, and she vaguely realized that he was
wearing the same buttery-soft trousers he’d had on when she’d entered his
rooms. At least one of them had kept
their clothes on the whole time. Only, that made her start thinking about
what his chest looked like under that loose and flowing shirt, open at the neck
with just a hint of his bronzed and tattooed skin showing through, and pinup
calendar after pinup calendar from aged fourteen on rocketed through her brain,
images of Dante growing from cutest boy bander ever into this sleek, dangerous,
and devastatingly sexual man who was sitting right in front of her and—

“Lacey,” Dante said, and from the tone of his voice she suspected he
maybe just might have possibly perhaps have said her name more than once.

“Of course. Yes,” Lacey said sternly, once again all professional.
“I’m sorry, I was just thinking.” She looked toward the open door then squeaked
as Dante dropped his mouth to the exposed column of her neck.

“You never made good on your last dare,” Dante murmured, nuzzling
the sensitive skin with his lips as he spoke the words against Lacey’s throat.
Beneath him, she held herself perfectly still, unable to move, unable to
breathe, her entire world focused on the touch of his lips against her as tiny
little whorls of sensation exploded with every word. “You told me you’d—well,
you know what you told me you’d do if I signed your last contract.”

What
she would do? Dante’s lips were now trailing over Lacey’s
collarbone, dangerously close to her breasts, which were doing their level best
to burst free from Hello Kitty’s embrace. This was good, because it meant Dante
couldn’t see her eyes widening in abject horror, confusion, and mortification
even as her body was quickly turning into Sterno fluid. “I—um—,” she began ineffectively,
and his soft chuckle against her shoulder just about killed her.

“It’s okay,” he said, lifting his gaze back up to meet Lacey’s. His
mouth was right there again, right there at her lips, and she managed to hold
his gaze with Herculean effort, hoping desperately he couldn’t hear her heart hammering.
“I’ll settle for a kiss.”

“A kiss,” Lacey managed, and he was so close to her lips that when she
spoke it was almost as if they were kissing already, their lips brushing with a
zing of electricity and the promise of a million volts of desire, if only she
would go for it, take it, press her mouth to his and demand from him what he
already seemed so willing to give.

I come by romance honestly, having spent
several years writing adult romance and entering romance contests through
Romance Writers of America–including finaling twice in the prestigious Golden
Heart contest and winning once. But despite these and other contest wins, my
first published novel came not in adult romance, but as a writer of YA
historical fiction (you can read all about my Elizabethan spy girls stories,
the Maids of Honor, here.)

Still, despite my love of Elizabethan spies,
I could never quite give up those super Alpha contemporary romance heroes. So,
in the summer of 2013, I decided to see if perhaps I might still have a romance
or two up my sleeve.

I wrote a tale about a girl whose biggest
high-school and college crush–a rock star–suddenly becomes her biggest client,
only now she has to be professional and not betray the fact that she’s
completely in love with the guy. It was a fun, sexy, romantic fantasy, and I
suggested the idea to my agent… who asked what other ideas I had in addition to
this story. Shortly after, the Rule Breakers series was born.

To separate these books from my historical
work, I adopted the name Jennifer Chance. I am now pursuing my dreams (pretty
much round the clock as it turns out) and am THRILLED to be able to have four
e-books coming out in 2014 and early 2015, all with Random House LoveSwept’s
New Adult romance line.

As to what will happen from here, who knows?
But as long as there is a story to be written and an HEA to be had, I’ll be the
one over in the corner, tapping away on my keyboard.

iPod Shuffle (open to US entrants only, if international entrant is chosen they'll receive a $50 gift card to the eTailer of their choice). Plus, Random House is sponsoring the tour with a $50 e-giftcard, and swag including a Loveswept mug and tote (open to US entrants only).